The dog. Man’s faithful companion. The moniker “Man’s Best Friend” hasn't come about for nothing. The loyalty of the canine is unquestionable and endless. Sometimes, the poor creature doesn't realize it himself.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
Do the arrogant weep over the shards of themselves? Do they cradle the brittle, fragile pieces of their reflection And carve their failures into their flesh to remember?
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Years within Years I have never been friends with the clock It taunts me every day With it's moving face and useless hands
By Lane Burnsabout a year ago in Poets
There's a me In Phoenix, she never left Her hometown, she was too Comfortable with all the People she grew up With (the ones I still
By Bex Jordanabout a year ago in Poets
Surrendered heart with soul to follow Diffusion within divine fluid even love dare not reveal Description defied by ecstasy
By The Dani Writerabout a year ago in Poets
Gentle fae, what evil was wrought here? What force would fracture your innocence, Freezing each feather forever in time,
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
INSIPID II They write.. Such gorgeous lines.. With curves wrapping 'round a waiting mind.. They loop about and fly and dive,
By Victor Mendezabout a year ago in Poets
i have a lot to say and a lot of people i want to hear me say it so it isn't the throws of shade no intentions of addressing inequitable exchanges
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
laugh or lie hard hearts melt as pains soften and you reach the sky melody flows gently beats with volume high I did smile after a long while
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
"i dont’ know who you are anymore,” soft sounds of fraud's mouth, “i don’t know where my baby is." i smile, and i edge close to him, “it’s the same me as ever, sweet love, and i am nobody’s baby anymore.”
What does it to take to reach your dream? Are you strong enough to succeed? Do you still believe? Is there any doubt in your mind?
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Earth: I am a jewel, spun in cosmic dance, A blue-green orb, where life's a chance. Yet, my children, humans, they ponder and muse, Should they leave me for Mars, in cosmic cruise?
By Yvonne Padmos about a year ago in Poets
